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Darin’s breath hitched as Finn took the object from the bag. “That’s the toy you used on me in Culebrita!”

Conall regarded the item with measured interest. “This item is used for what I think it is?” Conall asked, studying the unmistakable shape of the plug.

“Yes,” Finn said. “It was enchanted by the sea witch. It makes you come… a lot. I forgot about it, and I didn’t have much use for it anymore, since…” He gestured at his legs. “It’s not the same as the real thing, but…”

“But you could wear it tonight,” Conall said as he knelt before Finn—still taller than him sitting on the mattress—and took the toy from his hands. His eyes gleamed. “You say it’s enchanted?”

“Yes.” Finn swallowed. The hungry expression on Conall’s face made him visibly nervous.

“What does it do?”

“Well, it can grow, vibrate, move… And these two rings go around cock and balls and will keep you from coming.” Finn showed him how it responded to the touch and the will of the one controlling it. “The sea witch enchanted it for me, and I control it when someone else wears it, but if it’s inside me, the effect would be reversed.”

“Meaning Darin and I can control it. Good. Will it work through breeches?”

Finn paled. “Yes?”

Conall smirked and ran his hand over the plug’s smooth surface. “Excellent.”

Chapter Eighteen

Finn

Conall’s cocksure tone sent goosebumps flying over Finn’s skin in waves while his insides quivered with nerves and anticipation alike.

“You want me to wear that tonight? In public?” Finn asked, pulse racing while his traitorous hole seeped wetness.

“Aye.”

Finn looked to Darin for help but got none. “It’s a brilliant idea. You have needs, and we’re going to be out all night and unable to take care of them. We don’t want you to be unsatisfied.”

“There’ll be a lot of people,” Finn pleaded. They couldn’t be serious.

“Indeed. Hundreds of sex-starved pirates looking for a pair of thighs to sink between,” Conall said. “When they see you, you’re going to be their greatest ambition. Lucky for you, you’ll be with us, and there will already be something wedged between your legs. Something Darin and I put there.”

Finn had no problem with fucking in front of others. Luring in sailors and toying with their cocks and holes was part of a merman’s life. When Conall gave him the potion, they had sex on deck with the entire crew and other mermen present. The orgy in the town hall’s foyer had been similar, but the difference was that there everyone was sucking and fucking and moaning. Tonight’s gathering wasn’t inherently sexual. Yes, some lewd pirates would be looking for diversion, but the purpose of the gathering wasn’t sex. It was about making connections, negotiating contracts, drawing lines on maps and other boring things Finn had no interest in. It was a human affair, an official meeting of the Caribbean’s most important pirates. There wouldn’t be other mermen. And Finn would be the only one with a plug thrumming in him.

“What if I orgasm while we’re out?” Finn asked. He liked the idea of being pleasured all night, but…

“What if you do?” Conall countered. “Wouldn’t it honor me and Darin?”

“It would.” Finn sucked in his lips, contemplating.

“We love it when you come,” Darin said, kissing his neck.

“I’m going to soil my breeches.”

“I’ll wash them for you.”

Darin’s hands slipped under Finn’s shirt, gathering it to pull it over his head while Conall unfastened the first button of his fly. Behind it, Finn was hardening, his erection pushing against the fabric. They made quick work of his clothing, and then Finn lay naked on the mattress, his men kneeling over him. Conall ran a calloused finger over his straining length, the rough bumps of his skin and the gentleness of his touch pulling a moan from Finn.

“Do you think his hole is loose enough from this morning?” Darin asked casually.

“I don’t know,” Conall said. “Finn gets tight quickly. You should stretch him.”

The words “I’m right here” sat on the tip of Finn’s tongue, but he swallowed them. His men were talking about him like he wasn’t there or an object to be played with, and on some deep, perverted level, he enjoyed it.

Darin licked two fingers and brushed one of them over Finn’s slick pucker. Finn couldn’t help but twitch at the sensation, his eager rim kissing the fingertip caressing it. Darin rubbed him, stirring a lustful feeling in his middle. When Finn dropped an involuntary groan, Darin dipped inside, his slim digit breaching his rim with ease. Finn’s hole quivered in excitement over the intrusion, squeezing Darin’s finger as it slowly penetrated him. The nerve endings along his inner walls rejoiced in the drag over them, stimulating him until he arched his back.

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